Oath to a Stranger

Poem by: Natalia Rondon

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I haven't met you yet, but I know when you're around.

I can smell you.

The air intensified by you.

Your perfume, your skin, how the two combine.

You awaken all my senses.

The arousal, so carnal.

Elevating me far beyond the want.

You've become a need.

Making a sinner of me.

I’ve become primitive.

A hunter, making you my prey of choice.

I'd love nothing else but to devour you.

Have your soul and keep your body as game.

You are sweet torture.

You are beautiful bliss at my feet.

Magnificent decay at yours.

Go wander, learn, live and love.

But don't stray too far, we will meet.

Submitted: October 01, 2021

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DampKitten

I'm floored by your pieces, and this is no exception. Love the last line of this - sort of a tutorial gesture (as if you're talking to a younger man, which I find extremely hot), and taking the lead role in a relationship yet unfounded.

"Have your soul and keep your body as game" What a line...
I love how you build the intensity up to this line, and I love the concept of the piece. I like the 'block' style of your presentation and the confessional approach.

Fri, October 1st, 2021 3:46am